“That’s weird,” Myla whispered, her brows furrowing as she stared at the open glass door leading into the indoor pool. “I could have sworn I locked them.”

Myla hesitated in the wide, dim hallway, biting her bottom lip until it hurt. 

Her first instinct was to turn around and tell her husband, Hayden, that someone may have broken into their house. 

Since his accident, he had become obsessively paranoid about doors being left open or unlocked.

But it stiffened as the memory of the way he’d ignored her earlier that evening when she had tried to talk to him flashed through her mind. 

Myla let out a quiet sigh, her stomach knotting. She wasn’t sure she had the emotional bandwidth to deal with his sharp, brooding mood again.

Straightening her spine, she decided to handle it herself. 

“You can handle this yourself,” she said out loud, straightening her shoulders as she marched to the pool room. “It’s not as if any intruder can sneak through all the goddamn security Hayden put in this place.”

She peered into the room, but there was no one in sight.  

She was about to close the doors when a sharp noise echoed through the room. 

Fear spiked instantly through Myla’s veins, and she literally dove behind a cluster of the thick, indoor plants lining the edge of the space. 

With her heart in her throat, she poked her head out and frantically scanned the luxurious layout of the space for an intruder, while her hand hovered over a heavy ceramic planter in case she needed it to defend herself. 

The indoor pool had been built to resemble a secluded private island, fed by a grand artificial waterfall and enclosed by a dense wall of tropical greenery. 

Hayden had designed and built every single inch of it specifically for her, tailored precisely to her desires.

Myla swallowed back a sudden lump in her throat. She missed the good old days when her husband had been attentive and passionate. 

Now, he was just a cold stranger she lived with.

A soft, subtle gurgle drew her attention back to the water. 

Myla blinked, realizing that the waterfall was on but set to its secondary, silent feature, where the water flowed smoothly and quietly into the pool without making the usual roar that mimicked a real waterfall—another testament to how much thought Hayden had poured into the design.

Someone was in the pool.

Is it one of the house staff? Myla thought, her heart slowing down a fraction. The gardener, maybe?

Even though she didn't mind someone taking a midnight dip to relax, Hayden’s terrible temper lately meant he would fire them on the spot if he found out. 

Not wanting to get anyone into trouble, Myla began to quietly crawl backward, preparing to leave.

Suddenly, two male heads broke through the surface of the water.

Myla paused. As the two men began walking up the steps out of the pool under the soft golden accent lights, she recognized the intricate, bold back tattoos on one of them immediately. 

A relieved smile spread across her face. It was Jared Lotto and Beck Garner, her husband's best friends. 

Nobody should question the way she can recognize them by their tattoos. If anyone had the opportunity to see the sexy, muscular backs of these men, they’d automatically keep every detail in their brains too.

She opened her mouth, about to crawl from behind the plants and greet them, but the words died instantly in her throat when they stepped fully out of the pool completely naked.

Myla’s breath hitched as she took in their erect cocks jutting out straight from their bodies.

Oh my God... fuck me, she thought, her brain short-circuiting as her eyes darted between their sharp jawlines and chiseled, dripping muscles.

Hunger flared in her as she watched a drop of water trail down Jared’s well-defined back. 

Unwittingly, a vivid image of herself pressing her face against his slick, tan skin and tracing her tongue along the path of water flashed unbidden into Myla's mind.

She snapped out of the trance, her face burning. Fuck! I need to get out of here. When did I start thinking about my husband's best friends like that?!

“Really?” a wicked little voice whispered in the back of her head. “You're really going to pretend you haven't always…?”

“Shut up,” Myla scolded herself as she glanced toward the exit door, which suddenly felt a million miles away. 

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she tried to think of a way to leave the room without them noticing her.

The sound of a muffled moan sounded, and her head snapped back to the men. 

Her eyes widened in shock, a low gasp tearing from her throat. 

Jared had his hand wrapped around the back of Beck’s head as he devoured his lips in a hot, possessive kiss. 

Before her mind could even begin to process what she was seeing, Beck’s hand seductively slid down Jared’s torso and firmly grabbed his cock.

The low growl Jared let out shot a sudden wave of heat between her thighs. 

Oh God, she thought, pressing her thighs together. That’s so hot.

Jared’s hand tightened around Beck’s nape, and he pulled him back just enough to break the kiss. 

"You’re being a real naughty boy," he growled softly, his eyes flaring with raw dominance. "Aren’t you, baby?"

Beck just smirked up at him, his blue eyes gleaming with a daring, challenging light.

Without another word, Jared pushed Beck down to his knees. 

Beck yielded instantly. He grabbed Jared’s cock, licked the tip, before swallowing it down to the root in one go. 

“Fuck…” Jared whispered with a guttural moan. "You're so perfect, baby."

His fingers tangled in Beck’s hair tight as he established a hard, relentless rhythm, pumping his hips forward, thrusting deeper and deeper. 

Watching from behind the leaves, Myla’s jaw slackened. 

She was mesmerized by how Beck took every inch of him without a single gag or hesitation, his eyes looking up at Jared with raw pleasure.

"Good boy," Jared praised, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Dampness blossomed between Myla's legs as her cult began to throb. 

Myla’s hand slid between her legs and lightly began to stroke her naked, swollen clit. 

God, she missed this. 

It had been a long time since she felt her husband’s thick cock stretching her mouth. 

She missed the heavy, slick feel of it pressing on her tongue as it slid in and out of her throat as a strong, possessive hand locked tight in her hair.

Jared gripped Beck’s head firmly with both hands, driving himself faster into his mouth. 

"I’m close, baby," Jared commanded tightly, his breathing ragged as his rhythm became faster. "Jerk yourself off."

Beck reached down and grabbed his own cock, milking it in time with Jared's thrusts.

Myla barely bit back a strangled moan as she watched a drop of precum glisten on the tip of his penis before his thumb spread the liquid around the engorged crest. 

Then his hand moved faster and faster as he reached up with the other one and began caressing Jared’s balls.

She began rubbing herself in fast, frantic circles, matching their rhythm, her eyes locked on the undeniable pleasure etched across Jared's face and the helpless bliss in Beck's eyes.

Myla couldn’t tear her eyes away from them; there was an unexpected beauty to their movements. It was the most fascinating and erotic sight she had ever seen.

Jared slammed his cock deep in Beck’s throat one final time. His throat was tight as he groaned out, cumming into Beck's mouth. 

Simultaneously, Beck let out a muffled moan as his cum spurted over his fingers.

Myla’s hand covered her mouth as her orgasm crashed over her in intense waves of pleasure, her hands shaking as her vision blurred. 

Another tremor shot through her lower belly when Beck pulled off Jared’s cock and swallowed every drop Jared had left in his mouth.

Jared looked down at Beck’s flushed face, adoration gleaming in his eyes. 

“I will always love the way you look when you cum,” he rasped, stroking his hand through his hair.

"When we get upstairs,” he continued, his voice dripping with dark promise. “I'm going to make you bend over and pound that pussy until you beg me to let you cum.”

"Yes... fuck, please," Beck whimpered. “I can't wait."

Hearing Beck—one of the most masculine and imposing men she knew—sound so completely undone awakened a kink in Myla she hadn't known existed.

Unconsciously, a soft, helpless moan escaped her lips.

The sound was tiny, but in the quiet space, both men's heads snapped instantly toward her direction.

Myla ducked instantly, dropping flat to the floor, panic completely overwhelming her lust. 

She turned and hurried out of the pool room, her heart beating frantically. 

Shame and guilt were eating her up inside. She couldn’t believe she had just orgasmed to her husband’s best friends.

What she didn't see, as she fled, was that Jared and Beck hadn't missed her at all.

“Did you manage to catch that cute shadow?” Beck whispered, his voice rich with dark amusement. 

“Oh yes,” Jared replied, a slow smirk spreading across his face, his cock twitching with renewed arousal as he looked toward the empty doorway. "She looked so divine as she came.”

“God,” Beck rasped, his tone dropping into a thick, desperate murmur. "I wish I was the one who put that look on her face.”